In the classroom, Lv Chongyang walked in with a youth bearing a cinnabar mole between his brows, and introduced him to everyone, "Everyone, this is the new transfer student, Zheng Wentian."
"He comes from the Heavenly Court of Central City, and his father is the illustrious Sword Immortal among the celestial gods, Zi Yang."
Upon hearing this introduction, a burst of exclamations immediately rose from below.
Zheng Wentian gave a slight smile, his demeanor as refreshing as a spring breeze, and he spoke humbly, "I am here to study with everyone. On the path of cultivation, being a descendant of a celestial god doesn’t make me different from any of you, so there’s no need to feel any pressure."
As he said this, he smiled again, "Actually, I’m very easy to get along with."
Seeing Zheng Wentian’s humble demeanor, the crowd’s favorable impression of him immediately grew.
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Watching this scene, Zheng Wentian flicked his finger and thought, ’Mortals... always judging by appearances. Although I am a descendant of celestial gods, I do not skimp on pleasantries, which indeed reduces much resistance and makes it easier to control and guide you all.’
However, when his gaze swept over the classmates, it paused momentarily on Liu Xian, "This kid’s gaze is truly annoying."
Liu Xian stared at Zheng Wentian on the stage, his heart filled with intense dislike. He recalled his past experiences in Central City, ’These celestial-born, they love to put on a show. In his eyes, we might be no better than pigs or dogs.’
From below, Xia Li asked curiously, "Classmate Zheng Wentian! As a celestial-born, you must have a very strong talent for cultivation, right? What realm have you achieved?"
Zheng Wentian smiled, "I am 18 years old, and I broke through to the third realm just six months ago. Recently, I have been preparing to break through to the fourth realm. If anyone has any difficulties with their cultivation, feel free to ask me."
hearing his response, another wave of exclamations rose from the crowd.
Lv Chongyang stood by, observing with a detached gaze yet saying nothing.
Lin Muqing had walked up to Zhou Bai at some point, watching in the direction where the auspicious clouds had vanished, and sighed, "That’s the celestial-born student who transferred in. Those guys... are very difficult to get along with. Zhou Bai, if you encounter them, just try to endure."
"Teacher Lin?" Zhou Bai, although he had heard Christina’s introduction before, pretended he hadn’t and asked, "What is a celestial-born?"
"It’s the bloodline born from celestial gods," Lin Muqing sighed, "Humans have been at war with the Heavenly Demons for many years. Although top cultivators can hold their own against Heavenly Demons, the ones who truly can battle the strongest Heavenly Demons, including those twelve Heavenly Demon Lords, are the celestial gods from the Heavenly Court."
Zhou Bai was genuinely curious, "What are the twelve Heavenly Demon Lords?"
Lin Muqing smiled but didn’t rush to explain, "Come on, let’s go to my place for dinner. I’ve specially bought some ingredients from the cafeteria—I’ll make you something. Come taste my cooking."
’Go to her place?’
’She’s going to cook for me?’
Zhou Bai was suddenly taken aback, ’Given my twenty-plus years of experience in anime, could it be that Teacher Lin Muqing is flirting with me? Is this heading towards a student-teacher romance?’
’Just thinking about it feels thrilling.’
But Zhou Bai immediately snapped back to reality, ’No, no, that’s too hasty a conclusion. Besides, my current goal is to enhance my cultivation and vanquish the Heavenly Demons. Now isn’t the time for such fanciful thoughts.’
On the other side, Lin Muqing had already taken Zhou Bai by the hand and said, "It so happens I haven’t finished the dragon meat distributed by the Dao School last time; this time you’re in for a treat."
"Dragon meat?" Zhou Bai was startled in his heart, "Distributed by the Dao School?"
"It’s part of the teachers’ benefits at the Dao School," said Lin Muqing. "Teachers also need to cultivate, even more so than students, consuming more resources.
As for this dragon meat, it was requested by the principal when he attended a meeting in Central City, from the Heavenly Court."
Zhou Bai asked, "The principal? Do you mean Vice Principal Zhao Shouyi?"
Lin Muqing replied, "Of course not. Vice Principal Zhao Shouyi is stationed in Donghua City all year round, mainly responsible for teaching. The Principal of the Donghua Dao School is Principal Yun Chong. However, he’s often out attending various meetings, conducting research, and even engaging in battles to secure resources for the Dao School."
Lin Muqing quickly brought Zhou Bai to her classroom dormitory, told him to sit down, and then went on to cook.
With the aid of Primordial Spirit powers and various Daoist techniques, a cultivator cooked much faster than ordinary people. In less than five minutes, Lin Muqing had already brought out two dishes and a soup and placed them on the dining table.
"Stir-fried dragon meat, Nine-Turn Dragon Tiger Pot, Eight-Treasures Medicinal Dragon Soup," Lin Muqing said while sitting down. "I’ve used medicinal recipes for all of them. The taste should be good, but the key is their strong effects on enhancing physical strength and vitality. On the path of cultivation, the stronger the body, the better the foundation, the longer one can walk on this path. So don’t just sit there, give them a try."
As Zhou Bai gazed at the appealing dishes in front of him, made from the legendary dragon meat, he was both delighted and somewhat embarrassed, "Teacher Lin, you are too kind to me. These must be very precious, right? Shouldn’t you save some for your family or friends?"
Upon hearing this, Lin Muqing paused for a moment, then said indifferently, "My friends... half of them have died on the battlefield. The rest are either still fighting at the front lines or have been severely injured and retired. Now, I can’t even get in touch with them."
Zhou Bai awkwardly said, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that."
"There’s nothing you shouldn’t say," Lin Muqing replied, picking up a chopstick full of food and beginning to eat as she spoke. "In Donghua City, who doesn’t have relatives or friends who have sacrificed their lives on the battlefield? That’s why I applied to come back and teach; I don’t want to die so early."
Lin Muqing had some thoughts she kept to herself, as she was not afraid of death, having even been known for her fearlessness on the battlefield in the past.
But as she felt her own progress and recognized her talent, she was afraid of dying without meaning.
She believed she could go further, at least possessing the potential to step into the Seventh Realm or even the Eighth Realm.
Thus, she chose to preserve herself, return to the Donghua Dao School, and strive hard in her cultivation.
Lin Muqing shook her head, "Where were we? Right, the Twelve Heavenly Demon Kings, the strongest twelve under the Heavenly Demon Empress. Any one of them is an entity humanity absolutely cannot defeat, only deities can contend against them."
"One could say that the current war against the Heavenly Demons has lasted this long thanks to the deities’ significant contributions. But..."
Mid-sentence, Lin Muqing’s tone turned cold, "The deities are self-congratulatory, and they have never truly treated humans as equals. They take away the most resources, and on the battlefield, they often sacrifice humans to preserve deities.
Logically, I am willing to join forces with the deities to fight the Heavenly Demons, but emotionally, I despise them."
Zhou Bai nodded, indicating his understanding.
The next moment, however, he heard Lin Muqing ask, "But even the deities might not be able to eternally block the immortal Heavenly Demons. Wouldn’t it be great if humans could be immortal just like the Heavenly Demons? What do you think?"
Zhou Bai suddenly felt a chill down his spine as he met Lin Muqing’s gaze.
"What do you think, Zhou Bai?"